[Because The Wind is High]

[Kira Hunton]

[It Blows My Mind]

OOC.

What would you like us to call you?:
Linny, or Linette, or Netter

My do the years fly by:
4...ish

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Character:

Name:
Kira Hunton

Nicknames:*
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Age:
16

Grade:
10

Classes:*
English II
French II
General Science II honors
Visual Arts

Math II
German I
Biology
Media Arts

Sports choices:*
Soccer

Club Choices:*
None

cliques:
Art fanatic; Bookworm; Outcast; Science geek

Preference:
Boys

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Outside-In

Weight:
115

Height:
5”3

Health Problems:*
None. But according to the psychiatrist she has repression. What does she know.

Eyes:
Kira’s eyes are a light honey colour, and were once alight with joy and life. Now they just seem dull and dead. Instead of keeping her eyes averted, Kira likes to make eye contact withy others. It’s a sort of battle for her; to see who will avert their eyes first. Plus she finds that it makes most people uncomfortable.

Physical Structure:
Kira is somewhat shorter for her age, though she doesn’t really notice. She’s not incredibly tall, nor is she extremely short. She’s just…normal. She is thin, but has enough fat on her to give her curves and a pair of small love handles.

Hair:
Blonde and natural. Oh and I mention long? Really long and straight. She’s been letting it grow forever, and probably will never cut it. It’s a piece of her she never wants to change. She does take care of it, of course. Brushing it through enough times that it’s soft, and doing little experiments to it, like curling it.

Clothing:
Clothes is something Kira doesn’t a set pattern for. She wears a multitude of things ranging from jeans to dress pants to skirts of all kinds. She likes colour, mainly because it makes her feel and look cheerful, but some days it’s just easier to step out in a neutral invisible black. She has many shoes as well, though she favors a pair of old sneakers over all the rest.

Markings:*
None.

Exterior Persona:

To most Kira seems like the kind of girl that you just naturally get along with. She’s easy going, and not one to judge quickly. Although all this is true, people also see that she brushes people off, preferring to be alone, rather than be crowded by people. They see an artsy girl, just roaming the halls, wandering, not really knowing where she’s going. Many people don’t know who she is, seeing as she’s not an important person to know.

pic:

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Inside-Out

Inner Persona:
On the inside, Kira tries to be happy. She tries to push any unhappy memories away. All her feelings are kept inside, bottled up and chained up, the key thrown into the ocean. Although she tries to be friendly with everyone, inside she just wished that those annoying people would let them be. Their giggling and ditziness. It just makes her want to scream. That’s really what’s in side. Everything just wanting to come out, to yell out to the world, to cry out over the mountain tops. Of course, that’s why all this is inside. Because then no one can hear it. Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

Talents:
Drawing
Cooking

Not-so Talents:
Walking up and down stairs
Balance
Laundry

Fears:
Death
The past
Letting someone in too close

Loves:
Drawing
Eating rice from a bowl
Cookie dough
Cooking

Hates:
Confrontation
Her psychiatrist
Her father
People trying to talk to her

Interests:
Drawing
Science

Turn ons:
Non-prying people
Patience
Confidence

Turn offs:
Jerks
Loud people
Fake people
Overly bubbly people

Music:
Anything and everything

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Background.

History:
Once upon a time the Huntons was a happy family. They spent time togtheer n the weekends, and went to the local park regularly. Things were great, and eleven year-old Kira knew that her family was one of the happier ones in the neighbourhood. They were good times, times that were cherished and kept in a photo album so as to refresh one’s memories of past great days.

There was one memory that Kira would never need refreshing on. That fateful day when she was pulled out of her class, her principal looking solemn. The young girl feared the most as the principal pulled her aside and said in a low voice the words that would never leave her. She just couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t possible. But when Kira got home, she realized it was the truth. The worst thing that could happen had. Her father was sitting his familiar arm chair, head held in his hands.

The last thing Kira remembered of that day was numbly heading to her room and starring blankly at the wall in front of her. The following weeks went by the same. Everything around seemed to just be an illusion. Like they weren’t there. Like she wasn’t there. She sat alone at lunch and hardy spoke. Her father did as well, avoiding Kira as much as he could. From all the pictures around the house, it was obvious. Kira had close to every feature of her mother.

Worst of all, Kira blamed her dad. Why hadn’t he been with her? Why had he been such a prick, not wanting to go and pick up his parent-in-laws, sending his wife to do it. They’d even had a fight the night before. One of the first Kira had ever heard.

Her father was now just the man she lived with now, in their new apartment. He looked like a mess, and she a lifeless being. Kira soon found refuge in her past time, drawing. Her books were filled with several sketches, more of the books soon to follow.

Now, at the age of 16, things were getting better. Well not exactly, but to Kira it seemed like they were. She barely remembered her mom, finding it easier to push out her memory and that day as far away as possible. She didn’t have many reminders of her either. It was a topic never spoken in the apartment, not that she and her father spoke to one another.

Family: *
Father – Tristen Hunton
Mother (Deceased) – Carole Hunton
Grandparents – Unimportant. Tristen and Kira no longer make contact with them.